Kiln Dust

[Verse 1]
The Lagos night held its breath, a thick, sweet silence fell,
When my shadow crossed the threshold, like a story whispered from a well.
Every eye, a hungry lamp, searching for a crack to tell,
But I'm built from Olumo's stone, too stubborn for their wishing spell.

[Chorus]
They see the shimmer, abi? The polished surface, so bright.
But they don't know the slow fire, the kiln dust of my lonely night.
This vessel of mine, forged from soil and silent fight.
Just finding my truth, under these pale city lights.

[Verse 2]
The scent of suya smoke still clings, on market wind that sweeps and sighs,
Even here, under these fluorescent glows, a part of Abeokuta never dies.
They want the easy rhythm, the beat that just frees their feet,
But my soul's a deeper groove, where the bittersweet and strong complete.

[Bridge]
My mama's voice, a steady hand, once shaped this wild heart in her gaze,
Told me beauty isn't skin deep, but in the strength that bravely stays.
To hold your own water, no matter how the thirsty eyes will craze.

[Outro]
Still growing roots, from the kiln dust that made me.
In this Lagos bustle, my quiet strength, finally free.